Seajewel
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Blood musk, red amber, honey, and threads of scarlet saffron.
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Snake Oil dribbling across a cluster of amber-flecked, blackened rose petals.
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As silent as the deepest cavern, as serene as a twilit shadow, as graceful as a spider, and as resilient as a web: wild plum, indigo lavender, and a tranquil tendril of sandalwood incense.
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Blackcurrant, frankincense, 7-year aged patchouli, oakmoss, leather, black cedarwood, and beeswax.
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It sure is weird down in Piscesland. Yellow currant, coconut water, carrot shavings, pineapple pulp, queen mandarin rind, and overripe cranberries all dunked in a bubbling and blooping deep blue musk.
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A soothing, centering blend of white and red sandalwood, champaca attar, frankincense, and brimstone.
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A decidedly warm shoulder: toasted sandalwood, tonka bean, rice milk, and patchouli.
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Swirled with a cinnamon stick.
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Sugared vanilla amber with a pop of champagne grape.
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The scent of ancient trees, vast shadowed canyons, rocky snow-tipped peaks, and rushing rivers, with notes of pine needle, oak bark, sweet birch, stream-polished stones, lichen, dark mosses, nootka, hazelnut, rivulets of amber, and blackcurrant bud.
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A petrified relic of pleasures past: ivory-hued vanilla bean, cacao, white amber, and marbled tobacco unearthed from a chalky rubble.
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Receptivity and acuity united in purpose: damask rose, olibanum, red sandalwood, pink peppercorn, honey amber, and clove bud.
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You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable. A woody, deep patchouli with bourbon vanilla, rich amber, and soft golden skin musk.
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Tulips scattered over silvery musk, ambrette seed, black orchid, and red benzoin.
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Bourbon vanilla, mallow flower, red patchouli, and cream mousse.
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Spun sugar, skin musk, orris butter, pale amber, whipped vanilla, and rose petals.
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Fossilized white amber, charred sandalwood, bleak bleached cedar, white moss, and cade.
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A rejected bouquet tossed in the gutter: oozing broken stems, macerated rose petals, gasoline, and asphalt.
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Smoldering incense, scorched brown sandalwood, drooping petals, noxious English ivy berries, and a tangle of leaves.
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And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children. And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. A gentle vanilla sandalwood blend, serene but mighty.
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One good churn deserves another: butter, cream, and a thump of frankincense.
